The dream begins with endless fields of rye, the grain moving with the wind with endless blue skies, without a sign of a cloud in sight. It's quiet and peaceful, no sounds coming from anywhere other than the breeze going through the rye. The focus turns to Poland, who is lying comfortably in the fields and you would think he's asleep until you see his eyes open lazily as he smiles.
"Poland! Great news!" A voice calls and there's Lithuania running to him, looking happy. "There aren't going to be anymore winters! I just heard it from our boss!"
Poland sits up, grinning before he goes to jump on Lithuania an energetic hug. "Awesome! This means we don't have to worry about like, the winter coming and ruining our crops!"
Suddenly, there's Sweden stomping his way through he rye fields. He's glowing and he takes his sword out, pointing it at Poland, who shows no trace of fear and he seems to be in a more offensive pose.
"Poland! 'M invadin' you! An' Liet too! I'll win this time!"
"No you won't!" Poland shouts out and suddenly, he's now in
hussar armor and pulling out his saber. The entire scene seems overdramatic and is made worse when Sweden is shivering and actually seems to be afraid of Poland, who quickly takes care of Sweden with his saber. He proceeds to stand on him, laughing as the dream fades out.
Poland wakes up and yawns, smiling as he recalls his dream. He's awesome and that's how it's always going to be. He's too busy thinking about his dream to notice his Dreamberry. Now if only he could find a way to stop winter...